Hanging Tree

i stand here, waiting for yesterday
waiting for you to unleash a warm embrace,
but I'm afraid; the darkness has taken you away
to a spiralling oblivion of a place

I feel your whisper,
as the wind blows through the trees
trapping your kisses
where they used to awake upon my sleeve

your gentle touch revisits
fingertips pressing and caressing my facial features
you always said my eyes catches beauty amidst
yet they have lacked security ever since

i wish to join you soon
so we can again reconcile affection
my fate waits along the hanging tree
the place where my rope awaits me

i will meet you soon my love,
meanwhile, i will let you be
don't forget me

Reviews

[Elie Marie]

this is beautiful and sad. Very well written!

[Frontier]

"you always said my eyes catches beauty amidst " - just wondering, did you mean "my eyes catch beauty.."

I like the personification of the wind as your lover. :)

[a-decaying-soul]

yes aha, i should probably make that more clear aha, thank you! :)

[Jamie]

Sometimes the beauty of poetry is that there is no explanation for a phrase or word, but that none the less it is there and it is perfect because the writer put it there. I am meaning no criticism to the nice young lady who wrote the comment, but sometimes poetry needs no clarity because the beauty burns through the fog.

[Addy]

So very touching. Beautiful.

[a-decaying-soul]

aww thank you so much!